The naked human

The touring party moved deeper into the museum, marveling at the many strange and wonderful objects on display.

They'd enjoyed seeing the Dalek eye stalk, were in awe at the Krillitane wing, and were blown away by the stuffed Sontaran, but they were most keen to see the newest exhibit.

Word had spread fast that the most exclusive museum in the galaxy had acquired, legally, one of the rarest finds of any collection: a living, breathing, human.

A hush fell over the group as they rounded the corner and saw the human for the firs **time.**

It **was currently sleeping, blonde hair draped across her face, blowing gently as she exhaled. Her arm lolled to one side, exposing her pert breasts, while her small feet and tiny toes twitched.**

"Here she is: a 21st-century human," the tour guide began. "When we acquired her, she was wearing clothes, but we quickly stripped her down to her natural form. You're our first group of the day, so we let her sleep in, but I'll see if we can wake her up."

The young female jerked awake as a current passed through her collar, startled, her blonde hair a tousled mess. Once she'd regained her bearings, she screamed and covered herself with her limbs, eliciting laughter from the visitors; it was funny to see primitive civilisations still have hang-ups about nudity, especially when the animal was as cute as this one.

"What's wrong with it?" someone asked, as the creature shifted about and curled its toes.

"In the 21st century, humans hadn't yet developed the technology to dispose of bodily waste telepathically. Our human here needs to relieve herself, and she'll be doing so in the old-fashioned way. If we hang around, we might see her go. We should be able to speed along the process."

A giant bottle descended from the ceiling, a funnel connected to the bottom. The human shuffled over to it, and after several jabs of electricity, finally relented to drinking from it.

"Doesn't that hurt it?" another guest enquired.

"Don't worry," the tour guide clarified. "It's only a low-level electric shock, it doesn't leave any lasting damage. Besides, as far as we're aware, this human isn't evolved enough to have proper feelings. Her simple brain will be telling her it hurts, but not much else."

The naked girl suddenly backed away from the bottle, crossing her legs tightly. She looked despairing out at them before her scrunched-up face relaxed as she relieved herself.

Cameras, eyes, and antennae flashed as the rare sight of someone going to the toilet in a low-tech, ancient manner was captured on record.

"We like to make sure our living exhibits are well-stimulated, so we'll get her to put on a bit of a show for you before feeding her..."

xxx

Rose Tyler sat with her knees pulled close to her chest, elbows resting on her knees, and fists supporting her cheeks.

When she started travelling with the Doctor, never did she think she'd be in a situation like this!

For whatever reason, even though she was starkers, they kept the temperature low, meaning that Rose was constantly shivering, and her breasts and nipples were perpetually erect. Rose rubbed her smooth forearms absentmindedly. She didn't even have any fuzz of body hair to try and conserve what little warmth she had!

The blonde hated, HATED, how they treated her like a performing monkey whenever she was hungry. They kept finding new ways to humiliate her, and even when she was done, she had to eat out of a bowl like an animal, in full view of an alien audience.

The food they provided was tasteless, colourless, and didn't provide nearly enough sustenance, resulting in her always being hungry and weak.

But the worst thing was the fact that Rose didn't have a toilet. The first time she'd needed to go, she'd held on so long that it had hurt, but the blonde had given up hope that they'd provide a way for her to do her business in private. Even though it was still mortifying to wet herself like a child, Rose was too worn down and weak to resist.

The bright, artificial lights never dimmed, so Rose didn't have a clue what time it was. Her only reference was when she and the cell were washed down after the museum had closed with freezing cold water and soap.

Rose just hoped that the Doctor was working on a plan to rescue her. But in her current state, she wasn't sure if she even wanted the Doctor to rescue her, as it would involve him seeing her without a single stitch of clothing on her body.